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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.