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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.