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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.