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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.