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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
10cc,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.