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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.