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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.