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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.