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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.