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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.