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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.