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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.