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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Scion,
Visage,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.