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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.