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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.