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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.