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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.