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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.