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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.