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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
June Days,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Urselle,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.