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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.