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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.