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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.