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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.