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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Smog,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.