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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.