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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Can,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
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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.