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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Gong,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.