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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.