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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Index,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.