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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.