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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.