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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Liliput,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.