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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.