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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.