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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.