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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.