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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Crime,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.