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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
JFA,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.