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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
June Days,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.