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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Moss Icon 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.