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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.