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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.