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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.