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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.