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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.