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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.