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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.