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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.