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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.