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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.