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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.