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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.