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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.