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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.