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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.