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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
UT,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.