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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.