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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.