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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.