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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.