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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Sound,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.