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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suburban Knight 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.