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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Crime,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.