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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.