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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Can,
New Order,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.