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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.