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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
The Move,
Q65,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.