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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.