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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Josef K,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.