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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.