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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.