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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.