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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.