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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
AZ,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.