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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.