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 India and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.