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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.