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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.