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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.