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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.