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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.