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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.