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 Barbados and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill 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 punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.