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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
John Cale,
the Slits,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.