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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.