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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Index,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.