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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.