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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.