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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.