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 China and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Scientists,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.