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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
The Index,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.