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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.