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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.