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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Nas,
Television,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.