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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.