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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.