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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.