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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Crime,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.