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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Gong,
X-102,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.