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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.