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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.