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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.