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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.