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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.