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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.