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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Wire,
Sparks,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.