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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Crash Course in Science 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.