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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.