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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.