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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.