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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.