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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.