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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 DNA to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.