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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.