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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.