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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
cv313,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.