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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.