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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.