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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.