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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
UT,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.