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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.