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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Gong,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.