Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Can,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.