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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.