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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.