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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Technova,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.