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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.