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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.