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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.