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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Brick,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.