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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.