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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fluxion 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
The Names,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.