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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.