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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.