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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.