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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.