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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Darondo,
Gong,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.