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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.