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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.