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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.