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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.