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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Sparks,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.