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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.