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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.