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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.