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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.