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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.