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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.