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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.