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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.