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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.