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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Can,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.