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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.