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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.