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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.