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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.