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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.