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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.