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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
JFA,
Gong,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.