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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.