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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.