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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.