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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.