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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Cluster,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.