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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.