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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.