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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.