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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.