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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Hashim,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.