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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.