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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Names,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.