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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.