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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.