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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.