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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Mars,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.