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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.