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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.