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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
MDC,
MC5,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Television,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.