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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.