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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Monks,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.