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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Human League,
Japan,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.