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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.