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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.