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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.