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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.