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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Fear,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.