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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Q65,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.