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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye 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 crunk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Wings,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.