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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.