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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.