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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.