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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Pole,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.