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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.