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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
X-102,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.