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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.