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 Sierra Leone 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.