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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.