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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.