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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.