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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.