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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.