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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bluetip 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.