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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.