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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.