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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.