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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.