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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.