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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.