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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.