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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.