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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Panda Bear 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.