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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.