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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.