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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
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.