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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.