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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.