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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s 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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.