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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.