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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.