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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.