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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.