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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.