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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.