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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.