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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.