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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.