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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Monks 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Slave,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.