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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.