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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
PIL,
the Association,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.