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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.