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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.