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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.