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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.