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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.