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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.