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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.