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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.