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 Gambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.