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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.