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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.