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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.