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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.