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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.