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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.