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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Warsaw 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Index,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.