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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
the Association,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.