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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.