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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.