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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
UT,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.