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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.