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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Smog,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.