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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.