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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
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.