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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.