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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.