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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.