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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.