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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.