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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.