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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.