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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.