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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.