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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Index,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.