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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.