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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Can,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.