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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.