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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.