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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.