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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.