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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.