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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.