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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Aswad,
Rakim,
MC5,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.