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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.