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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.