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 South Sudan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.