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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.