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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.