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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Technova,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.