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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.