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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.