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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.