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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.