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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.