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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.