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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.