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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Saints,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.