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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.