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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.