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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.