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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.