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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.