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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.