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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
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.