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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Names,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.