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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.