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 Gabon and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.