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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Doors,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.