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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.