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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Monks 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.