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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
June of 44,
the Human League,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.