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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.