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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Brick,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.