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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.