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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.