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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.