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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.