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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.