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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.