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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.