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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.