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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Can,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.