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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.