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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 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 Gong to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.