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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.