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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.