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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.