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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.