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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
AZ,
The Index,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Qualms,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.