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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.