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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.