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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.