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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.