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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.