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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.