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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.