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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Model 500,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.