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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Franke,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.