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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.