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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.