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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.