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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.