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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.