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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.