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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.