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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.