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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.