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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.