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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.