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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.