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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Visage,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.