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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.