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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.