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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.