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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.