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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.