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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonics 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.