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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.