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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.