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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.