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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.