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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Slave,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.