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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Japan,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.