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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.