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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.