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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.