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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.