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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Q65,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.