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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.