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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Style 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.