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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.