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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.