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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.