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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.