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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.