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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.