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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.