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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.