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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.