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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.