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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.