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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.