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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.