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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.