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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.