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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.