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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.