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 Croatia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.