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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Nico,
Fear,
Darondo,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.