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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.