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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.