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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.