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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.