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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.