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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Pagans,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.