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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Grey Daturas 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Franke,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.