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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Index,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.