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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Visage,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.