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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.