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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.