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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.