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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.