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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.