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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.