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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.