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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.