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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.