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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.