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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
X-101,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.