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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.