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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.