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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Monks,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.