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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Nas,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.