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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.