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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Sound,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.