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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
10cc,
ABBA,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.