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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
X-101,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.