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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.