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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.