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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.