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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.