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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.