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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Franke,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
cv313,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.