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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 theremin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.