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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.