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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.