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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.