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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Organ,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.