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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.