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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.