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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.