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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
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.