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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.