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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Nas,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.