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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.