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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.