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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.