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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.