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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Magma,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.