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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Stooges,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.