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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.