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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.