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 Sweden 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.