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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
CMW,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
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Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.