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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.