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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.