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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.