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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.