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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.