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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.