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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.