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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.