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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.