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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.