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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.