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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.