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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.