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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Television,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.