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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.