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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.