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 Albania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.