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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.