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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.