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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Index,
The Names,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.