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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.