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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.