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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.