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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.