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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Section 25,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.