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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.