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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.