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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.