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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.