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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.