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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.