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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.