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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.