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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.