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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 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 Music Machine to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.