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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.