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 Montenegro 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.