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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.