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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The Martian,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.