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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.