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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
The Index,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.