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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.