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 France and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.