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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.