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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.