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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.