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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.