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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.