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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.