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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.