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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.