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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.