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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.