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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.