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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.