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 Maldives 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Pole,
the Association,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.