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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.