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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.