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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.