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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.