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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.