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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.