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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Mars,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.