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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Fear,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.