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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Echospace,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.