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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.