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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 DNA to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.