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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.