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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.