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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Josef K,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.