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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
X-102,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
AZ,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.