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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.