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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.