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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.