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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.