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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Scion,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.