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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.