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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
10cc,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.